Oh No, My Son Is A Sex Symbol!

I was glad that my wife and I had three boys. I always joked that I would be the dad that carried a pair of pliers in my back pocket to take care of any boys who showed even the slightest amorous hint toward a daughter of mine; or looked at her with any kind of sexual over (or under) tone. Scratch that thought, I have unfortunately bred a fourteen year old, six-foot-three-inch, chic magnet.